Tag: vegetation

I want you to know if you help me, I’ll help you, and that you can trust me.
Then we were ready to go.
Also a joke. Mostly.
I have evidence indicating that it is inhabited.
Couldn’t anything be simple, just for once?
Are we safe here?
It was perfectly normal and not creepy at all.
Whatever, it wasn’t my problem.
It should have been creepy.
I’d decided to stay, but I really wanted to leave.
There was a lot I didn’t know for sure.
I hadn’t said anything because what was I supposed to say at this point?
Everything was clear, sharp.
Just making sure everything’s okay.
I’d never really had long periods of unobserved free time before.
Everyone stood there, quiet.
There’s a security problem here.
There is no way out. Lie and wait, lie still and be quiet.
It is a judgment from which there is no appeal.
It has happened before, but there is nothing to compare it to now.
Alone, quite alone. You have no fear of that.
I stumble on an idea once a fortnight if I am lucky.
We have the liberal arts and we have the useful arts.
There is an art in lighting a fire.
He began to speak in a quiet tone.
He stood still in the middle of the roadway, his heart clamouring against his bosom in a tumult.
There is another way but I won’t tell you what it is.
He saw the dark entrance hall of the castle.
It was lovely to be tired.
J’avais déjà lu une description semblable dans des livres et tout cela m’a paru un jeu.
Rester ici ou partir, cela revenait au même.
Je savais bien que tu connaissais la vie.
Le soleil était monté un peu plus dans le ciel : il commençait à chauffer mes pieds.
She sees the women they both used to be, disappearing, becoming other.
Don’t open it before it’s time.
Did you really think I would tell?
But at least you had a choice to make.
They leave the city, return to hamlets, fields, and forests.
It all feels so far now. Don’t you think?
It said something about human mistakes, unreasonable hopes, and tiny gestures that speak loudly.
They know each other like you know your neighbor across the street.
Well, why don’t you go ahead, then?
She needs to bid her farewells.
Her index finger rests under a delicate flower, purple and yellow.
Did you tell anyone where we were?
In an environment like that, even the most implausible lies can seem true.
I don’t suppose you’d consider telling me what that was all about?
She ground the sole of her shoe gently against the gravel, establishing the surface underfoot.
It was a strange time; looking back, we were very vulnerable.
When are we going to talk about what you think you’re doing here?